There remains what is perhaps the greatest illusion of all—the illusion that, since you are a mere man with a head, a finite thing bounded by other finite things, so, even more certainly is your neighbour. And consequently he is there to be used like any other thing. But once you really awake to your own headlessness, you cannot stop there, but must wake to mine and every creature’s. Putting yourself at my centre, you see me as I am—boundless and deathless—because I am the habitation of the One who is boundless and deathless, and in the last resort there is only Him.